It was the day of the big game. Our team had made it into the NFL playoffs and we faced the hottest team in the league. I had invited my two brothers and three of my college friends over to watch it with me. The snacks and beer were ready on ice. I had my team jersey on. I was pumped. The girls were ready in their cheerleader outfits. Each had a ribbon choker around their necks in one of our team colors. They had cute little dangling weights suspended from nipple and labia rings also in our team colors. I had painted them myself. The girls were ready for the game too.
Bitch and Cunt were the nicknames I had given the girls. Bitch was thirty-five with a great classic figure. She carried a pair of 38DD breasts that a doctor had given her, but what the hell they looked great and tasted great, and she moaned if you squeezed them hard enough. Her pussy and ass were shaved bald every day. She was not submissive by nature but constant sex with a wide array of my acquaintances kept her in constant need and she did what she was told without hesitation as long as she got her cock fix constantly.
Cunt was eighteen. She was an honor student smart enough to handle school and a demanding domestic schedule. She had 34B breasts and a slim girlish frame. Her pussy and ass were shaved daily which displayed her most prominent feature, a freakishly large clit the size of a man's thumb and three quarters of an inch long when she was stimulated. I had done a good job of training Cunt and she had developed into a true submissive with a real need for humiliation and abuse. If a guy fucked her ass without whipping it first she felt violated. If I ever give her away she will make some guy the finest wife on the planet, if he can keep her heated.